...ssssSEEEFUTJAI!!!
Monday, December 25, 2006
And so this is Christmas... - Monday, December 25 2006
i'll let my words be few for now. just know that this Christmas Eve is not one i'll soon forget, if ever. luckily, we live in the digital age so these pictures can do the talking for now. i'll explain later.
maybe. =P
[*click below]
Merry Christmas.
i'll let my words be few for now. just know that this Christmas Eve is not one i'll soon forget, if ever. luckily, we live in the digital age so these pictures can do the talking for now. i'll explain later.
maybe. =P
[*click below]
Merry Christmas.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Murderous intent, and the COOLEST hat on earth - Saturday, December 2 2006
ok...seems like the Midnight Karaoke Man has gotten a second wind or something.
after finding out who he was, my first method was tossing up garbage. but after a while, i thought i'd need to be more direct since it didn't seem to make any difference. he either didn't get it, or is just such an idiot that he doesn't care. so, i stuck a banana peel in his mailbox outside. i found out the bakka doesn't even lock it! just leaves the combo dial on the last number. i thought that worked b/c the singing stopped for a while, but now i'm thinking it was just coincidental b/c it came back. so finally some time over a month ago i got so fed up one night that i went upstairs, pounded on his door and popped open his door's mailslot to yell the only insulting japanese words i knew: "bakka! urasai!" (pretty lame, means like: idiot and you're noisy). i swear he must be wearing headphones or something...there's no way he wouldn't hear me otherwise. i rang his doorbell, kicked the door...arghghg!! nothing. he was either ignoring me, or honestly didn't hear. i popped open his mail collector (box hanging off the inside of the door to catch slips that get put in through the slot) though, just so at least he'd know someone had done been there.
(this would be so terrible if it ends up that he's some sort of mentally retarded dude in there living w/ his mom or something...and singing at night is like his only solace/comfort. i would feel like such a complete ass. the lowliest scum to have ever walked the earth...)
but COME ON, i've considered that and what are the chances???? he's a MORON people! and on top of that...a coward if he's noticed someone's got complaints, but doesn't want to talk about it. i don't mind you practicing(God knows you need it)...and i know the walls are thin (i can even hear people snoring sometimes)...but not in the twilight hours please, and honestly if you're going to belt it out at least do it in the shower or something?? i'm a reasonable man; i'd write him a letter or something, invite him down for sushi and tea, have a chat. but no, i can't write Japanese (i'll just draw a visual death threat w/ a big "X" sign over a picture of someone singing), and it seems he's not interested in talking when i knock on his door...because he can't hear the knocking over the sound of his bloody tone-deaf voice! yes.
so that pounding on the door episode seemed to do the trick b/c he's been quiet for almost a month now, but some time last week he started crooning again. at first it was pretty quiet and not every day so i let it go...but the volume's been steadily increasing, and the other night(Wednesday?) it was like 0300 and i woke up. i was lying there wondering "what the...why'd i just wake up?" after a few seconds of silence, sure enough jap rap could be heard through the paper thin walls. dammit...it's like he's so irritating that even if i don't consciously hear him, my amphibious-ears are still disturbed enough to wake me up! i was pissed. u know the drill...
out on the balcony and toss up an orange...no dice. not wanting to waste anymore fruit i tried an empty can, plastic bottle, and some expired tomatoe juice. the last 2 missed actlly, and fell down to the 1st floor after clattering loudly off the neighbouring rooftop. yeesh...i was starting to feel bad for the other neighbours since i was causing some disturbance...and the damn singer (who is actin clueless of course) is still going at it with absolutely no clue (either that, or just out of plain rudeness) that i want to DESTROY him. ok, after a split-second of insanity i calmed myself down:
*deep breath* "ok...you're half-asleep, your aim is bad. don't try hookshots off the balcony anymore. you're just missing and littering poor #101's balcony with garbage. fruit is expensive too. don't waste it. now this is what you're gonna do: eggs are cheaper than fruit, and messier. and be more direct, don't make it hard on yourself. go straight to the source."
aah, much better. so i grab the tamago and go upstairs...buzz the doorbell, do the whole mailslot bit again...no answer. arggh!! that's it...WHAM! eggs fly. goodnight, thank you very much.
i was tired, i figured leaving him that mess would be enough to let him know something was up. that's gotta be THE most obvious thing i've done so far (other than the mailslot yelling). i mean; the banging on the ceiling...ok maybe he just thought of it as random noise. the garbage on his balcony? oh well maybe he just thinks he has magic seagull visitors who bring him treasures from the sea. the banana peel in his mailbox? ah, just a random prank...but this time i was confident buddy would be getting the message.
but guess what?
i don't think the idiot's left his apartment since that night! i heard his neighbour across the hall comment on the eggs loudly on thursday morning as i heard him leave for work, so when i came home from school that day i walked up to take a look...everything was still there! yolks on the ground right in front of the opening crack, broken eggshells still uncrushed, and all that other messy egg stuff smeared on the door. huh...maybe he just wore himself out singing? he'll come around sooner or later i thought.
today is Saturday. here's what his front door STILL looks like:
oh you can't stay in there forever bakka...those eggs will start smelling. if it comes to that, then you'll hear all about it from your neighbour.
seriously though...what sort of character is this guy? tone-deaf a capella singer by night...and doesn't leave the house for days on end? i've caught glimpses of everyone else who lives in the building (its only got 5 units) except him. i'll keep an eye out. in the meantime, maybe i'll think about enrolling in a Japanese anger-management class. =P
ok. that was just some ranting/venting i needed to do. thank you. on with some more entertaining business...
for some reason i've begun acquiring a number of interesting hats here in Japan. i started off with these bargains that i found at the 100yen(100yen=$1CDN) shop:
(thought this was cool b/c it makes my head look like a hacky sack...)
(so i bought 2!)
then there was this one, a total Jap-Indiana Jones hat. for 500yen? c'mon i had to:
(kev, if i hear Brokeback one more time...)
(and of course: new country, new Nipple! it only makes sense.)
but, not even the new Nipple hat from Nippon can compare to this hat i just got today at a cool shop in Kyoto called Octopus Army. oh my, when students see me flying down the streets on my granny bike, with my wooden sandals clanging on the pedals...THIS is what will be on my noggin:
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Sugoi!
(and i don't even have to worry about it flying off while cruising either...it's got chin straps!)
oh, and i did something for the first time in a long while today too. felt good.
after finishing up my Christmas shopping today, i was trying to find my way back to the train station so i stopped to ask these 2 guys who worked at this big-chain shoe store called "Step" (equivalent of something like Footlocker i'd say). they were out there doing their thing waving a big sign, screaming "irrashi moshi!!" etc... and one of 'em was even wearing a santa suit. turns out santa had pretty decent eigo, so after pointing me in the right direction i said thanks...and just as i was walking away i turned around and gave him a great Canadian "Merry Christmas!"
k, enough.
sayonara...
(isn't this just SO cool??? =P)
ok...seems like the Midnight Karaoke Man has gotten a second wind or something.
after finding out who he was, my first method was tossing up garbage. but after a while, i thought i'd need to be more direct since it didn't seem to make any difference. he either didn't get it, or is just such an idiot that he doesn't care. so, i stuck a banana peel in his mailbox outside. i found out the bakka doesn't even lock it! just leaves the combo dial on the last number. i thought that worked b/c the singing stopped for a while, but now i'm thinking it was just coincidental b/c it came back. so finally some time over a month ago i got so fed up one night that i went upstairs, pounded on his door and popped open his door's mailslot to yell the only insulting japanese words i knew: "bakka! urasai!" (pretty lame, means like: idiot and you're noisy). i swear he must be wearing headphones or something...there's no way he wouldn't hear me otherwise. i rang his doorbell, kicked the door...arghghg!! nothing. he was either ignoring me, or honestly didn't hear. i popped open his mail collector (box hanging off the inside of the door to catch slips that get put in through the slot) though, just so at least he'd know someone had done been there.
(this would be so terrible if it ends up that he's some sort of mentally retarded dude in there living w/ his mom or something...and singing at night is like his only solace/comfort. i would feel like such a complete ass. the lowliest scum to have ever walked the earth...)
but COME ON, i've considered that and what are the chances???? he's a MORON people! and on top of that...a coward if he's noticed someone's got complaints, but doesn't want to talk about it. i don't mind you practicing(God knows you need it)...and i know the walls are thin (i can even hear people snoring sometimes)...but not in the twilight hours please, and honestly if you're going to belt it out at least do it in the shower or something?? i'm a reasonable man; i'd write him a letter or something, invite him down for sushi and tea, have a chat. but no, i can't write Japanese (i'll just draw a visual death threat w/ a big "X" sign over a picture of someone singing), and it seems he's not interested in talking when i knock on his door...because he can't hear the knocking over the sound of his bloody tone-deaf voice! yes.
so that pounding on the door episode seemed to do the trick b/c he's been quiet for almost a month now, but some time last week he started crooning again. at first it was pretty quiet and not every day so i let it go...but the volume's been steadily increasing, and the other night(Wednesday?) it was like 0300 and i woke up. i was lying there wondering "what the...why'd i just wake up?" after a few seconds of silence, sure enough jap rap could be heard through the paper thin walls. dammit...it's like he's so irritating that even if i don't consciously hear him, my amphibious-ears are still disturbed enough to wake me up! i was pissed. u know the drill...
out on the balcony and toss up an orange...no dice. not wanting to waste anymore fruit i tried an empty can, plastic bottle, and some expired tomatoe juice. the last 2 missed actlly, and fell down to the 1st floor after clattering loudly off the neighbouring rooftop. yeesh...i was starting to feel bad for the other neighbours since i was causing some disturbance...and the damn singer (who is actin clueless of course) is still going at it with absolutely no clue (either that, or just out of plain rudeness) that i want to DESTROY him. ok, after a split-second of insanity i calmed myself down:
*deep breath* "ok...you're half-asleep, your aim is bad. don't try hookshots off the balcony anymore. you're just missing and littering poor #101's balcony with garbage. fruit is expensive too. don't waste it. now this is what you're gonna do: eggs are cheaper than fruit, and messier. and be more direct, don't make it hard on yourself. go straight to the source."
aah, much better. so i grab the tamago and go upstairs...buzz the doorbell, do the whole mailslot bit again...no answer. arggh!! that's it...WHAM! eggs fly. goodnight, thank you very much.
i was tired, i figured leaving him that mess would be enough to let him know something was up. that's gotta be THE most obvious thing i've done so far (other than the mailslot yelling). i mean; the banging on the ceiling...ok maybe he just thought of it as random noise. the garbage on his balcony? oh well maybe he just thinks he has magic seagull visitors who bring him treasures from the sea. the banana peel in his mailbox? ah, just a random prank...but this time i was confident buddy would be getting the message.
but guess what?
i don't think the idiot's left his apartment since that night! i heard his neighbour across the hall comment on the eggs loudly on thursday morning as i heard him leave for work, so when i came home from school that day i walked up to take a look...everything was still there! yolks on the ground right in front of the opening crack, broken eggshells still uncrushed, and all that other messy egg stuff smeared on the door. huh...maybe he just wore himself out singing? he'll come around sooner or later i thought.
today is Saturday. here's what his front door STILL looks like:
oh you can't stay in there forever bakka...those eggs will start smelling. if it comes to that, then you'll hear all about it from your neighbour.
seriously though...what sort of character is this guy? tone-deaf a capella singer by night...and doesn't leave the house for days on end? i've caught glimpses of everyone else who lives in the building (its only got 5 units) except him. i'll keep an eye out. in the meantime, maybe i'll think about enrolling in a Japanese anger-management class. =P
ok. that was just some ranting/venting i needed to do. thank you. on with some more entertaining business...
for some reason i've begun acquiring a number of interesting hats here in Japan. i started off with these bargains that i found at the 100yen(100yen=$1CDN) shop:
(thought this was cool b/c it makes my head look like a hacky sack...)
(so i bought 2!)
then there was this one, a total Jap-Indiana Jones hat. for 500yen? c'mon i had to:
(kev, if i hear Brokeback one more time...)
(and of course: new country, new Nipple! it only makes sense.)
but, not even the new Nipple hat from Nippon can compare to this hat i just got today at a cool shop in Kyoto called Octopus Army. oh my, when students see me flying down the streets on my granny bike, with my wooden sandals clanging on the pedals...THIS is what will be on my noggin:
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Sugoi!
(and i don't even have to worry about it flying off while cruising either...it's got chin straps!)
oh, and i did something for the first time in a long while today too. felt good.
after finishing up my Christmas shopping today, i was trying to find my way back to the train station so i stopped to ask these 2 guys who worked at this big-chain shoe store called "Step" (equivalent of something like Footlocker i'd say). they were out there doing their thing waving a big sign, screaming "irrashi moshi!!" etc... and one of 'em was even wearing a santa suit. turns out santa had pretty decent eigo, so after pointing me in the right direction i said thanks...and just as i was walking away i turned around and gave him a great Canadian "Merry Christmas!"
k, enough.
sayonara...
(isn't this just SO cool??? =P)
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